Three PM at the coffee shop last week, I saw someone I had not seen for nine years. Monet was a woman I had hired years ago to work in the shop I ran at the time. I was not the owner, but managed a gift shop on Sutter Street at Stockton in San Francisco. She and I ran the shop nights and weekends, and she was always nice to be around. At the time, we were both in our twenties, and things were good.
No cares, lots of free time, and we both got to sleep late every morning. Except Saturday and Sunday, since we ran the place from 10am until 8pm. It was a great time. The place was in a good neighborhood, with a tourist trade.
We sold all types of Indian goods there, including clothing. Men would bring their wives or girlfriends in, or some would come alone, to see the beautiful silk Saris, and the all would want to see how they looked in them. A Sari is just a length of cloth, and we had expensive embroidered silk. To dress in a sari, a woman has to be wrapped in it just so, and it needs to be secured in a particular fashion, or it will come undone. I had to help them wrap them on, since they had no idea how to do it. This entailed much touching of women, and I thought nothing of it. I did, however, notice that I kind of liked to touch pretty young girls while dressing them. More than once, a woman would make sure I got to feel her up really well. Looking back on it, I realize now that they were flirting with me constantly. They would always press this or that part of their body against me as I adjusted their fit, and I was too naïve to realize what they were offering at the time, and regret all the opportunities that I let slip by.
The shop did not actually have a dressing room, and all we offered was a small curtained corner for the customers to try things on. There was no door, just an Indian bedspread hung from a curtain rod for privacy. There was no securing the curtain closed, and usually there was a wide crack open for all to see the goings on inside. I did notice that there were many exhibitionists in the 80’s in San Francisco’s downtown at on a weeknight.
Needless to say, there were also many women willing to be handled by another woman in that shop dressing room in those days. In addition, there were always women who would leave the curtains almost completely open as they tried other things on, and there was a good deal of lingerie on display from these women.
At a youthful age, I saw things I never saw before outside of magazines.
For instance, there was one woman who changed clothes in full view of Monet and me as we were all alone in the store. She was wearing long leather boots, open crotch panties, a garter belt, a push up bra, and not much else under her coat. I remember blushing and feeling a warmth and wetness in my pussy that night. She was Asian, young, and very erotic.
I should have followed her to her car. But I didn’t. One that got away, I guess. She could have taught me much, I am sure.
The men who were in the shop would frequently have a hard time avoiding the show. Monet and I had a signal. When either of us would notice an exhibitionist in the dressing room, we would call for a “price check on the water buffalo sandals”. This resulted in both of us meeting near the cash register and having a clear sight of the curtained booth, with the babe inside showing us her pussy, or whatever. This allowed us both to amuse ourselves with the goings on. But it was all innocent fun. Neither she nor I ever got a chance to close the curtains behind us in that dressing booth and get it on with a customer. Pity.
Since she worked under me, (so to speak), and we were both quite proper employees, I certainly behaved myself with her, even though I noticed how attractive she was. Back then, I only was interested in men, and had a boyfriend.
Anyway, that was then, this is now. Since then, I have learned much about how to please men and women, and myself.
Now, years later, at the coffee shop, I saw her in a different way. I felt blood surge when I saw her. I felt a wetness in my pussy that never would have done in my past daily working relationship.
Nowadays, I have few limits on my sexual pleasures, and before I said anything to her, I spent a few moments looking at her body. She was wearing white leather boots that reached her knees, and she had very sexy horizontally striped black and white stockings that kept going up her legs another six or eight inches past her knees. She had on a short black skirt, and a white button up blouse. Slung over her shoulder was a little purse from which she was fumbling for a few dollars to pay for her coffee.
I got up from my table, walked over to her, and said, “Here, let me pay for that…”
She looked up, her eyes widened, and she smiled broadly. She threw her arms around me, hugged me tight, and squealed, “Karen!…How great to SEE you!…”
She kept hugging me, and I certainly appreciated her small breasts pushing into me. I hugged her back, and it lasted a bit longer than it should have. I made a slight effort to make contact with her body along it’s entire length, as much as was polite…
“I thought it was you…” I said.
“It’s me…how are you?”
Well, it went on a bit there at the counter, small talk, until her coffee was served. I paid for it, and we sat down at my table. There were only a few other customers in the shop.
Listen….. I know you probably don’t really give a crap about this part, so let’s just cut to the chase. I seduced the sweet little girl, or she let me seduce her, and she followed me home in her car. I had promised her some really good wine or some such shit, but we all know it didn’t matter what the hell it was. The main thing was, I got her to come to my place, and we were finally alone. It was
I opened my door, and Monet followed me inside. She glided by me, and tossed her jacket onto the chair near the door. Then she turned to me, and stood there, waiting for me to do something. I didn’t do much. I tossed my sweater over her jacket, smiled, and went into the kitchen. I hoped she was a bit disappointed, or at least feeling slightly awkward and desirous of me. I always find it a bit of fun to play with the emotions of my lovers, it always makes them want it more, and they really love it when I give them what they want. Sometimes, they don’t know exactly what they want, but I do I can tell just by their level of submission, or the subtle hints they drop, trying to be sexy, but in truth, revealing their hidden lusts..
I hoped it was going to work on Monet. I figured I would play with her until she was really hot, and maybe then, give her a crumb. So I busied myself in the kitchen, doing things that did not need to be done, just to make her wait for me in the living room. I called to her, as I washed a couple of glasses…”Just go ahead and make yourself comfortable…I have to check my messages and I’ll be right in. There is vodka and stuff in the cabinet near the couch, and glasses. Fix yourself something if you like.”
She said nothing, but I heard the cabinet open.
I hoped this would frustrate her a tiny bit. I went into my bedroom, and pretending to check my answering machine, I went to my dresser and opened a lingerie drawer. I picked out a garter belt/panty set, some stockings, and an open tip bra, all in powder blue. I grabbed a satin robe, and headed to the bathroom with them, calling back to her, “I’ll be just a moment, Monet…”
I closed the bathroom door.
Then I quickly tossed all my clothes into the hamper, and ran a shower. I jumped in, hurriedly soaped up, washed my hair, and paid special attention to the areas I was going to be offering to Monet shortly. I plunged a bit into my pussy with two soapy fingers, and into my ass with my pinky, making sure I was as clean and fresh as possible. I started to play a bit with myself, knowing what was soon to happen, but forced a quick end to that. After rinsing off, stepping out, and slightly drying my hair with a large fluffy towel, I dabbed just the tiniest bit of perfume on the back of my knees and the small of my back. I rubbed a bunch of coconut oil onto my body, and especially my legs, and slithered my slick pinky into my ass to be sure to moisten the inside of my sweet little butt. I reddened my lips with some very nice glossy lipstick, and ran fresh mascara onto my eyelids and looked deep into the mirror. “Nice”, I thought to myself. I thought I looked good enough to fuck. I dabbed just a bit of the lipstick onto the tips of my nipples, just because I wanted to. I slipped into my little nasty bra. Those fascinating hard red nipples poked through the tips of the bra, and the effect was slutty and made me tingle a bit, and not just at the tips of my nipples.
Rubbing myself a bit more with the oil made me even hotter, knowing there was a woman waiting for me, and I was making her wait. I once again found my finger oiling my ass crack, and my pinky dipped in again, carrying more of the sweet oil inside the forbidden canal. It felt good, knowing I was sooo clean and sweet there. I kind of wished I could do exactly the same thing to Monet just then. It was beginning to get me too worked up, so I slowly withdrew my pinky from inside my ass. Monet was waiting, and I was certainly adequately sweetened and lubed. I wondered if Monet even imagined or desired to take me there. I would make her want to if she did not think of it herself. I looked into the mirror, and I was wearing just an open tip bra. I was such a whore.
I looked down at my soft, warm pussy. I was shaved, except for a thin line of soft hair leading to my very sweet little snatch. I had taken the time to color my soft pussy hair earlier in the week, so my now-pink cunt hair was in contrast to my natural brunette color everywhere else. I think a woman’s pussy is special, like most men do. There is something special about it, right? I think of it as a bit of treasure only a few lucky people are allowed access to, to play with, and I want it to be a moment of discovery and excitement when I desire and allow a partner to have their way with me. I was ready to choose my lingerie now, and I love playing dress-up.
I picked out a pair of white soft leather pumps, with hot little 4 ½ ” heels. The single tiny ankle strap had a small rhinestone bow on the front, with a tiny, hard to close buckle. These shoes were not made for walking around town; they were made for the bedroom.
Sipping into them, I felt more dominant. I always feel powerful in high heels, especially when wearing them with nasty stockings and a slutty garter belt and other lingerie. I have all the choices in my drawers, and sometimes it is an open tip bra, an open crotch panty, or a little set of garter snaps reaching down to sexy stockings that does it for me.
A slutty appearance makes me feel dominant, knowing the way it makes boys and girls feel, and I get very hot. You know the feeling, like when you are taking a long shower, being sure to lather up real well, and get yourself ready, knowing you are going to fuck hard soon.
Slipping the shoes on over those long, pure, stockings, knowing the soles of these shoes will never get to see the light of day is fun. I wear these types of shoes only for fucking, and it is really hot to fuck a guy and wrap my legs around his waist and see the stilettos reaching behind his ass as I drive his cock deeper into me with my thrusts. There is no reason for them except to excite and tease others, and they often get fondled by my partner for some reason. I guess they just like the feel of the heels as they fuck.
I know Ron really likes to fuck me while I keep the shoes on, and this pair had never been outside of my apartment. They were for one thing, and once again, they were being used for that purpose. Ron has spent a bit of time sucking on the various heels of the shoes I own, and he is always caressing them and stimulating himself in various ways while he fucks me. I think it is cute the way he rubs his dick against that sharp heel, and I love to abuse him with them.
More than once, I have taken one shoe off, and used the heel to shove in into his ass just a tiny bit, and tease him. Maybe an eight of an inch, just enough for him to feel it…sharp, cold, and nasty.
“My, my. This man certainly loves to be fucked by my nasty little shoes, doesn’t he? Look how that tip goes into his ass hole….My my.. Does that hurt, big boy? Does mama hurt your sweet little ass when she shoves this into you, the way you shove your dick into me? Too bad. Take it, baby. I love to fuck your ass with my pretty little shoe… Um…Good boy…”
Then I might make him lick the end of it, just for good measure. He always does. I start by making him lick the toe, but always seem to want him to get to the tip of the heel after messing with his ass a bit. He never minds it. That boy is a real plaything. Man meat, and all mine..
During this, he is grunting with pleasure, letting me abuse him any way I want. At this point, I could really cram it into him, but I wouldn’t want to hurt my baby. I just want him to taste the decadent abuse I am offering. There have been other things I do to him much more nasty that a simple fuck-me shoe violating his butt hole a tiny bit. He always loves my creative talents when I invent an new experiment to try on him.
But my mind has drifted. Back to Monet. I am dressing for her tonight, and I doubt she would be willing to have a stiletto teasing her sweet ass, even the tiniest bit.. She is not a guy who enjoys such things with me. Monet is probably a bit tamer, but I will see.
I looked down, and they were perfect as I saw the brand new stockings surrounded by the sweet white stiletto heels. My garter belt straps reached the tops of the stockings as I pulled them down, and I fastened each of the four fasteners to give those sexy arches to the darkened tops of the stockings that men so love. The private clothing that should never be seen, unless the woman is a bit of a slut. I am, you must know, definitely a slut. And a nasty, creative one, too.
I was taking a bit of time, and I always love the moments I spend crafting a seduction. I love it when I hear a slight intake of breath as one or another bit of clothing is revealed or touched and brings lust to the woman or man spending time and fun with me.
Finished, I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror above the sink. I liked what I saw. I was firm, smoothly oiled, colored and sweetened, and my nipples were very hard, poking out, and alive with lust.
As I walked into the bedroom, I noticed that Monet was ready. I could tell. She was relaxed, lazily looking at me, willing, and ready. Her eyes were heavy, and her lips were wet.
“About time, sweetheart. You look so delicious. Come here. I have been waiting. I want something for myself…..Just a minute…
The words were those of willingness to seduce and be seduced. Either of us could be dominant at this point, and it really did not matter who took over as far as I cared.
Monet stood up, and, absolutely surprising me, walked past me, into my bedroom, and slowly approached my dresser. She opened the top drawer, and began to draw out various things. I followed her in.
“Oh, nice…. Let’s see what else you have here….”, as she looked through the drawers….I was slightly impatient. I am usually the one running the show… Now I was made to wait, but figured I would like Monet sexed up and slutty herself.
My date looked at my things, and poked into the panty section on the right. There, I kept a number of “open-pussy” panties, panties with cute little bows tying things together (temporarily), wonderfully sexy garter belts, panties with built on garter straps, tiny things of all kinds of textures, colors, and fabrics, and a small collection of new, unopened items. I always love my private things… Or, semi-private, I guess I should say.
The next drawer over contained all of my bras, and here there was every type I could find: Open-tipped fuck-me bras, shelf bras to show off my breasts to a current lover, push up bras for evening wear under party dresses, and several tiny black, white, and colored or patterned silky, sheer, or string type bras. None of them were very large, since I have small breasts. The bottom drawers contained shoes, stockings, and several toys of varying sizes and types.
Monet spent some time looking through everything, as if they were hers. I liked the way she was taking over. My next lover picked out a tiny black and purple satiny garter belt, matching purple sheer open crotch panties with satin trim and tiny bows, a black satin push up bra, and grabbed my outrageous, totally unusable-for-walking 6 inch heeled stilettos pumps in black patent leather with, of course, little ankle straps.
She turned and, with the tiny things in her hands, sat on the edge of the bed, and without looking at me, as if alone, she undressed from most of her street clothes, neatly stacked them on a chair nearby, and slowly put all these thing on. She took her time, and ignored me. She wanted me to watch. I was watching, and getting wet as I saw her get sexier as each item went on. I became quite hot in the process. It was a terrific strain to keep away from her as she dressed. She undressed bit by bit, but kept her long stockings on, and stood up, wearing only them. I saw how beautiful and well tended her body was. Her pubes were shaved into a cute little “S”. I don’t know why, and I never found out that night. Her breasts were a bit heavier than mine, and her legs were very long and thin.
Piece by piece, she added to the stockings she kept, and was soon looking every bit the lingerie model.
At last, she walked to the full-length mirror on the inside of my closet door, and looked at my lingerie on her body. She saw my reflection in the mirror as she looked, and turned around and silently looked at me.
“I love feeling this way, and I love the feel of satin when I run my fingers under it”, she said, eyeing me lustfully as she said so.
“Ready?”, she asked.
I was beginning to get a bit warm, and walked towards her and lightly touched her on her shoulder and gently turned her. I was taking it in. I “accidentally” brushed her nipple to test her hardness, and she was very firm. Warm and firm. I paused, went to my makeup dresser, and came back with some things.
“Sit here”, I said, trying to re-tip the balance of sexual power.
She sat on the chair by the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, set the makeup items I had gathered next to me, and began to apply heavy makeup to her. She liked the attention, and the “finishing off’ she wanted. I tilted her head up to me, as I stood over her, and she sat there demurely while I played the part of a makeup person. Slowly, both of us dressed in my lingerie, in the dim bedroom that had seen so much similar activity with Ron and me, I applied deep purple lipstick, blue eye makeup, and a nice delicate French perfume to her. She was now ready for her date.
I was more than ready. I nodded, and as I sat on the edge of my much-used bed, she stood up, took the makeup things, walked to the dresser, and put them on top. Opening the bottom drawer, she took something out, hid it from me and as she held it behind her back, she stood up and slowly came back to me. She walked towards me slowly, those shoes making it the only way to walk. Her legs were the longest they would ever be, the garter belt straining to clinch the tops of her stockings. I watched every line of her legs as they strained at every point. She knew she was a wonderful fuck, wasn’t she?
Standing over me, she reached down and began to run her hand down the small of my back. I lay back, and onto my stomach, and I rotated my hips and offered her my ass. I was lasciviously rotating and gyrating my hips, and I knew how wanton it was. All I wanted was for her to start invading my forbidden backside, and to take every liberty she wished. I wanted to be her fucktoy, and I wanted it badly.
I softly moaned, knowing how much I had enjoyed fingering my own asshole with my lubricated pinky earlier this evening, and confident my entry was so ready, so sweet, and so inviting to anyone who might like to toy with it. Rotating my hips, I raised my ass invitingly, not caring how slutty or nasty I might seem. It was, to the contrary, all I could
do to make myself a slut that I hoped would help Monet with her conquest.
“Please, baby. Please. … Take me. I love the feel of your fingers on me. So smooth. So hot. So kind. …You are so nice…”
“Do you like this, Karen?” She was teasing me, easing her hand nearer and nearer my sweet little asshole. I breathed deeply, trying to keep my motions under control. It was getting harder to do. I wanted her to fuck my ass. To work a strap-on into me hard, and not into my cunt, but into my ass. I wanted to be her fuck toy. I wanted her to do anything she wanted to me, and to do it hard.
Monet paused, and reached for the nightstand. She found the small bottle of Rose scented oil, and had to stop everything to unscrew the top. I hated the pause. I was anxious and not willing to stop the lovemaking. As she unscrewed the bottle, I rolled over and simply reached into my panties she was wearing, and began to toy with her pussy. It was wet. It was hot. It was delicious. I touched and fondled her, feeling her wetness, enjoying her non-resistance, and when she moved her feet a bit apart, it widened her cunt hole available to me, and I worked two fingers inside of her, and softly rotated them inside of her, enjoying the feel of her wonderful snatch. It was creamy-hot, and she resisted not a bit.
“Um, Karen. Oh! You are soo nasty. What are you doing?… I never thought you were like this. You are just a little slut, aren’t you?”
To keep the tension up, I withdrew my fingers, snapped her garter straps, and licked my fingers. I rolled back onto my stomach, and, rising a bit on my knees and elbows, began to finger my own pussy, with one hand, and pinch my left nipple with the other.
“My pussy is as wonderful as yours, I think…”, I said.
Wordlessly, Monet reached for my ass with her now-oiled fingers, and began to spread the liquid into my crack. She slowly oiled the area, avoiding penetrating me there, but the oil began to spread into my anus. She soon followed the warm oil, and she was quickly in my ass. Slowly, she began to tease me by stroking the inside of me a bit more with every stroke she made. Monet was working herself into me with the tip of her oily pinky.
“Umm…Sweet, aren’t you, Karen? You like it there, do you?”
Each few words were accompanied by deeper and deeper penetration and nastier lust.
“Umm… So good…so sweet inside your pretty little ass… You are such a sweet little thing, Karen. You like this, don’t you? You like me to fuck your ass, don’t you, slut girl? …..You feel so good, so warm and wet there now… I could slip it all the way in, couldn’t I? You would like anything I want to do, wouldn’t you?”
As she said this, she began to dip her fingertip deeper and deeper into me, as I, fully the slut, released my nipple and withdrew from my pussy, dropped onto the bed, reached back, grabbed each ass cheek, and spread my ass apart for her to see and feel deeper into me there…
I nodded, and panted out the single word, “yes…”, and repeated, “yes…..um… yes, baby.”
Now that she was on the way to fully penetrating me with her fingers, I no longer spread my ass apart, and my hands found their way back to my pussy and nipple, although I was not buried on the bed. I found my pussy very wet, and once I was able to get my own hand in position, began to finger my pussy again as she began to pound me in my ass, and found that she could manage quite well.
She had her other hand on my ass cheek, and began to raise it off and quickly, loudly, slap me hard every few moments, and the loud crack of the slap, the sting, and the pain and whole event was really working me up.
It was the moment when I knew I had done well this night, and now had a sexy bitch in sex clothes fucking my ass.
What more could I ask for?
I was now fingering my pussy with one hand, pinching my left nipple as hard as I could with the other, and rotating my hips
I panted out my decadence and spoke nastiness which only made it all more sexy for me.
“Ah, yes, Monet, do me. I love it this way. Can you tell? Fuck my ass, fuck me. Fuck my ass, baby. Fuck my ass, bitch, You fucking bitch whore. I love it. DO ME. FUCK ME HARD, bitch baby.. Fuck your mama hard. I am your fuck toy. Fuck me there.. Do me. Do it to me nasty. I need it hard. I want it.. Hurt me.. Make me cry, BITCH FUCK BITCH….. I LOVE IT IN MY ASS….GIVE IT TO ME. Give it to me, baby. UMMM…FUCK ME….Fuck… Fuck… FUCK My ass…..ahh…I love what you are doing to me. Fuck me there, sweet bitch. Fuck my ass, bitch… Do it to me there.”
I was squirming now, trying my best to gain full penetration from her finger, and gyrating around and around her penetrating finger…
I wanted more stuffing in my ass.. Her finger was not enough.
“TWO FINGERS! MORE, sweet baby! Give me more! Please, I want it all the way in, baby. Give your baby all of it! Hurt me…do me. Please, fuck me. Fuck me. I need it so bad, I need it all.”
“Like this?”, Monet asked, as she dipped two fingers, then three into me. “Do you like this, Karen?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, baby… Umm. Um. Give it to me, baby….”
Grunting, squirming for more abuse and degradation, I was backing onto her hand like a doe in heat…
“Give me more, baby…. , look in my nightstand, baby…”
“Ok, sweetie. What do you have there that you need?.. Let me look…”
When she eased her fingers out of my asshole, I felt a severe loss… I wanted her to fill me. She went to the nightstand, opened the top drawer, and in it, she saw a very much ready cock-meat substitute. It was my silicone, blue, medium sized dildo, just the right size for my needs. It had been well exercised at the back door of Ron and Bill, and was now exactly what I wanted to feel in my sweet ass, well lubricated and in the hands of my lover, Monet.
She picked it up, kind of sized it up, and said, “Perfect, Karen. Just what you need. Isn’t this just what you need, baby?”
“Yes.. yes. Give it to me. Give it to me now, mama”.
The dong had a nice little back set of straps, and Monet took only a few moments to figure them out. Quickly, Monet was equipped with a dick and I was getting dizzy thinking about it. The sight was too good to be true, and I wanted all I could get of this night.
At that, Monet roughly turned me back onto my stomach, forced both legs wide with one hand, and began to massage my ass around the outside. She then reached for more oil, and dripping a bunch of it onto her right hand fingers, quickly began to lube me up, and dipped two extremely slippery fingers easily inside me. She did not spend much time inside, but instead, withdrew them and, straddling me and positioning her new dick right at my puckered little asshole, put the tip of the hard, squirmy dildo right against my slippery, waiting ass. I tried backing up onto it, so much was my need to be penetrated.
“Oh, no, sugar. You don’t get it yet. Let mama put it in when I want to”.
“Um.. Please. Give it to me. Fuck me in the ass, baby.. Fuck my sweet asshole like you can, do it to me, do me hard. Please. Fuck me.”
“How about like this?”, she asked, as she began to ease her hips back and forth a barely perceptible amount. The dick was there, alright, but it was not really moving enough for me. It barely was in me, but Monet did not seem to be in a hurry. Instead, she worked her hips around, held the dick with one hand, and pulled my hair with the other. She eased it around in circles, barely putting it in, teasing the hell out of me. I was rotating my hips, spreading my legs, and reached back and spread my cheeks with both hands…I tried to back into it, tried to fuck my ass with the stiff cock Monet had sprouted on her pussy….
“Yes. Now. Please. Please, Monet. Do it.. Do it. You know how bad I want it!”
“Not yet, girl. Wait for mama to feed you.”
With that, she turned me onto my back, leaped onto me in such a way as to place a tit into my mouth, and commanded, “Suck me up, bitch. SUCK ME if you want it. Show mama how bad you want it.”
I was in heat. I greedily slurped up her boob, and sucking her tit halfway down my throat, kept up the suction and bobbed my lips all over her tits. Her nipple was so sweet, so hard. I bit down on it from time to time, gauging her inhalations as a measure of how much she liked it. She liked it a lot.
“Um.. That’s it, baby. Suck your mommy up… Suck up your mommy’s tit. Suck my milk, little girl. Suck mommy’s milk up, Karen..”
My pussy was under the dong at times, and I kept thinking about it as I worked her tit as hard as I could.
Slurping, nasty, forbidden noises filled the bed, as I sucked and slurped, wetted her tit and begged for milk. None came. I kept up the sucking, milking her tit with two hands, hoping for lactation to begin. I wanted to taste her sweet milk.. I needed it. I craved her mother’s milk as I sucked away at her..
“Um,,,, yes, good girl. Suck mommy. Suck me up, baby. Suck me. Get my milk, baby. That’s so good.”
“Um…” slurp, goosh, slobber…), as my hands worked her tit, craving for sweet milk… I knew it might never come, but I hoped for it, I wanted it bad.
“Oh, baby, you are so nasty, aren’t you, Karen? Aren’t you just nasty?”
“For you, baby. Nasty for you….” (slurping, sucking, wet noises got louder as I pumped her harder, wanting it so bad.
The dong kept bouncing against my pussy, and I wished she would fuck me with it, somewhere. But Monet knew what she wanted.
Finally, I don’t know how, unless Monet was taking some hormones or something, I sensed a taste. I don’t know exactly how to describe it, but suddenly, my mouth was tasting a liquid I did not exactly recognize. It was sweet and musky. I was suddenly filled with lust. It was milk…Fucking Christ, drops of Monet milk! I backed off, looked at her tit, and there was white liquid on the tips! White drops of MONET MILK! I lapped them up, and backed away. I tried to get her to squirt, and she did! Squirting milk from MONET! I had to work to aim them at my lips, and milk was hitting me in the face! As I worked her tit with my hands, small, direct, streams of white milk shot from the tips of her nipples, and I got excited beyond control.. I “aimed” her nipples at my face, and backed away a few inches, eager to see the milk squirting into my mouth. It was, amazingly, unbelievably, the hottest thing I can remember about the night! Real, honest to God milk was squirting from Monet into my mouth. I couldn’t believe it!
“Um…AH….Ah…”, was all I could manage, as I made sure to keep my mouth in the line of the squirting droplets of my sweet Monet’s tits.
I milked her for several minutes, drinking up every drop, each one getting me more excited, and I could see she was also getting beyond control… Monet seemed to be pumping herself from time to time, using her own hands to get more to flow. She loved seeing it go into me…
“Baby. Take it. Take momma’s milk, baby. Take it, baby. Slut baby. Slut bitch. Take me… It is for you, Karen. It’s all for you…It’s my little secret….”
“Oh…yes, baby…” ( slurping noises I can’t type filled the room.. I tell you, it was unbelievable…squirting droplets of Monet Milk, wet lips on hot tits, my wet lips eagerly searching for every drop of nasty milk. I’ll tell you, it was something else. Almost more than I can imagine. And I have a good imagination….
Soon, Monet slowed a bit, and I sensed her milk was at an end for now. I slowed down my sucking and milking motions, and my lips tenderly lapped at her tiring nipples. She was spent in this regard, I knew. I was beyond myself. I knew I had experienced something that would keep my fingers working on my pussy for many a lonely night, for quite some time. This turned out to be quite true, and as a matter of fact, this typing of the tale has been interrupted more than once for some “personal attention to myself”….
Anyway, I eased off of Monet’s young small tit, and rolled back onto my stomach. My legs parted again, and I whimpered a bit, letting her know it was my turn to be taken advantage of. I wanted to show her how decadent I could be, how much I wanted to fuck and be fucked. I wanted her to shove that thing into my ass so deep it hurt, but I wanted to be well lubricated beforehand.
“Baby, oil me deep. Oil me up,. Relax, and lube up good. Don’t worry about my bedspread. I love souvenirs or the night before. Oil me up good, drip that cock juice into my back pussy, baby. I want it hard, and I want it there, in my sweet little ass…”
“Karen, if only I had known how you were years ago. All that wasted time…”
I turned to her.
“Oh. Things have changed. I only became this way recently….you did not miss much, but let’s make up for lost time… Put it in me deep, baby. I want it now. I want it bad… Fuck my ass, lady..”
I rolled back onto my stomach, reached back, spread my cheeks, and lifted my hips off of the bed a bit, to beg for it…
She once again was slipping into me there, ignoring my pussy. She seemed to be quite good at it, and I must say, she had a definite rhythm that was exhilarating.
In. Out. Soft, smooth. Then a bit rough, maybe teasing me with three fingers or sometimes the hint of a fourth one at the gate…
All of a sudden, I felt a soft, wet probe. I loved knowing it was the tongue of my lover, teasing the ring of my anus. She dipped it in, stiff and deep, and just knowing what she was doing made me moan.
“Please. Baby. Please. Yes…. Yes. Yes. That’s it. Please. Yes. More. I love it”.
I was gyrating my hips, circular motions around Monet’s wet little cock-tongue. It was a sweet feeling, and I knew I could never be sweeter back there for it. I had definitely done all the necessary bathing beforehand. Any muskiness was part of the whole erotic experience. I knew, having been there myself, that it was all good, once you knew it was all about nasty erotic sex. Nasty forbidden things we all love once we experience them…
I wished I had the foresight to have some aerosol whipped cream in my refrigerator. As it was, I had to make do with oil tonight. But the tongue of Monet was so much softer and more skillful than a man’s. She was delightful. She paused again, refilled her palm with oil, and made no attempt to keep the oil from the sheets. She wanted me to be a slippery assed bitch, and she was going to make it happen. My inhibitions were long gone. The last I thought of any inhibitions was before I had that chocolate earlier.
As her wet hot tongue plunged deeper into me, and I felt her mouth and skull reaching the limits of her tongue’s probing, I wanted more. Her tongue, decadent and nasty as it was, could not fulfill me. I needed more.
“Fuck me with it, baby. Fuck me with the dong. Please. Fill my ass… fill me up.”
She lifted her tongue out of me, backed up and got the dong, and poured oil on it, dripping drops onto me and the bed. I did not give a damn about the bedspread. The oilier the better. The more fucking I could do, the better I would like it. As the oil filled my crevice, I began to lose control. My hands left their position, and I stretched my cheeks apart, and moaned and gyrated, offering my ass to her in the most wanton way I could. I was way beyond any pretense. I wanted it. NOW.
“NOW, baby. PLEASE… ahh. Ummm. Please fuck me. Fuck me …put it in… Please please please. Now now now. Do it do it do it do it…..Do me, baby. Do me mean. Hard. Shove it to me..”
“Like this, baby?”, she teased, and the reaming began. Soft at first, but insistent and relentlessly plunging deeper each stroke, regardless of my whimpering.
“Oh.. Ohh.. Ewww. OH.. Easy… Ow. Ow…More.. More…Yes yes yes yes yes yes……”
On it went, I was so horny, so much in heat, so much the total ass fucked slut. I loved it, and Monet loved giving it to me.
The thrusting soon became a regular, hard, nasty rhythm, and it was in to the hilt. My ass cheeks quivered with the thrusting back onto the dong, and Monet kept plunging it in to the hilt.
And then, at the perfect time, I felt it.
Stinging, painful slaps on my ass were accompanying each thrust into my ass, as Monet violated and abused me fully. She was beating my ass red, wanting to hurt me. It hurt like a son of a bitch, and I wanted more.
“YES! YES! YES! YES! DO IT, BITCH. DO ME, CUNT BITCH! I WANT IT MEAN! DO ME! DO ME NOW!!!….”
Monet slapped my ass harder and harder. It was excruciatingly painful, but I wanted more. The more it hurt, the more I wanted to hurt. Her fresh sweet palms were stinging the hell out of my ass, and I wanted more.
“MORE, HARDER, HURT ME. SLAP ME LOUDER! I WANT IT NOW, I WANT IT FUCKING ALL NOW!…..”
She accommodated me, and beat my ass as hard as she could, making the loudest slapping noises I ever heard in my bedroom, and I bucked and squirmed and begged for more…..
“TAKE IT, BITCH! Take it, you slut!”, she growled at me, the slapping continuing past the point of me wanting any more. I soon slowed down, and I felt the orgasm building. Then, to insure my pleasure, I reached around behind me, took the dong into one hand, surrounding her fist with mine, and helped her plunge it into me….With the other, I struggled to reach my pussy, and began fingering and stroking my clit for all I was worth. Monet took her free hand, and pinched the living hell out of my left nipple, sending shocks of pain through my body. My head was not back, thrashing my black hair back and forth.
It built. It built. Waves of orgasm began to break over me. My hot pussy erupted orgasm throughout me, but relentlessly, Monet kept fucking the hell out of my pussy and kept torturing my nipple with her vise like pinch.. She was not about to let me relax and enjoy any orgasm. She was a sadistic bitch, and it was showing now. She kept up her dialogue, but I forge what she said. Something about “momma’s little baby behaving herself, don’t come now, little girl…wait for me…”
But there was no waiting, I thrashed and thrashed, and must have come over and over for several minutes of this torture. It was no longer I who was deciding what would happen. It was all Monet. All Monet, and her sexy lingerie, her nasty tits squirting milk, and her nasty dong she kept shoving in and out of my ass.
As I slowed down my orgasms, Monet let go of my tit, reached to my pussy, and slipped two fingers inside. It was so wet, full of my come.
“Good girl. Um…Good little girl. What a nice little suck you gave momma….I love you, Karen.”
I think I collapsed at that point… We slept, but I remember Monet slurping my cunt in the middle of the night, and amazing noises she made as she fucked her own pussy with the dong while eating me out…… But I was sleepy, and let her do whatever she wanted.
We awoke the next morning, more ensued, and we went back to the coffee shop to talk about Ron and his friends. I told her Ron would love to meet her.